More quotes by Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

"If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was."
"The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains."
"The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains."
"Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all."
"I began to feel that all the people I'd ever known who had died or left me had not in fact gone away, but continued to live on inside me just as this man's wife lived on inside him."